Incompetent!Boss has truly lived up to his name today
Dear FUCK, I miss coffee.
Why, yes, I read that as "incontinent boss" and had visions of things most ooky dancing through my head.
Man, you just get darker and darker, and the weird thing is, your aura? Beige.
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P.M. Marc - Jan 11, 2005 8:40:45 am PST #3124 of 10002
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Jen - Jan 11, 2005 8:41:07 am PST #3125 of 10002
love's a dream you enter though I shake and shake and shake you
Aw, thanks for the offer anyways, Nora. There are people in the basement right now fixing and/or replacing the heater, so hopefully a hot shower will be mine before the day is through.
Deena - Jan 11, 2005 8:42:12 am PST #3126 of 10002
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara
If we put it on a reasonable temperature, the furnace would quit and we couldn't restart it. We weren't paying the gas bill, so we chose 80 degrees.
This seems to be what's wrong with ours. The furnace repair guy turned the thermostat up to 90 yesterday, started the furnace and told us not to turn it down. We were DYING last night. I turned it down this morning. I'd rather be cold.
It's also 2:00 and I haven't heard from him yet. Damn it.
Growing up, we had tacos and lasagna and many foods that our relatives thought were adventurous, and mom made her own tortillas, but there wasn't anything you couldn't buy easily at any local grocery store. I had my first bagel at 21. I'd never heard of such a thing before. It has a hole in it! It's like a very chewy donut, only not sweet!
Steph L. - Jan 11, 2005 8:43:21 am PST #3127 of 10002
I look more rad than Lutheranism
There is no form of hummus that I do not love. Lovelovelove.
Trader Joe's has kalamata olive hummus. I could live on the stuff. It's my new food obsession.
Nora Deirdre - Jan 11, 2005 8:53:40 am PST #3128 of 10002
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
Trader Joe's has kalamata olive hummus
Oh, god, YUM!
Jen, come over for dinner and we will serve that to you. Hummus is of the vegan, right?
Anne W. - Jan 11, 2005 8:55:47 am PST #3129 of 10002
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
My math score was 30 points higher than my verbal, oddly enough. I tend to think of myself as a math major trapped in an English major's brain.
Connie Neil - Jan 11, 2005 9:01:13 am PST #3130 of 10002
brillig
my glamorous madeover CBS-hogging self gets to have blood drawn, and do laundry, and clean catboxes.
Welcome to the day after the ball, Cinderella.
Deena - Jan 11, 2005 9:01:39 am PST #3131 of 10002
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara
Kara got a leappad for Christmas. I had bought it on Black Friday and hidden it in the closet. She found it, took it out and was determined to play with it. I hid it again (better), and then gave it to her for Christmas.
Just now she told me that she loves it, and that I got it from Santa, and hid it, and she found it, and I hid it again, and then I gave it to her for Christmas and she loves it!
I wondered how she was reconciling finding it with the existence of Santa. No wonder she told me "nuh uh" when I said Santa came down the chimney.
Clearly, mommy and Santa have a secret meeting site where I pick up the gifts for the family prior to the big day and I was just lying about the chimney part to hide my dealings with the purveyor of presents.
Jessica - Jan 11, 2005 9:05:06 am PST #3132 of 10002
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
My math and verbal were 10 points apart, both times I took the SATs.
deborah grabien - Jan 11, 2005 9:07:38 am PST #3133 of 10002
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Welcome to the day after the ball, Cinderella.
Honey, that wasn't a complaint; I was grinning as I tryped it. I have no delusions of Cinderellahood. Trust me.
See, I know I'm fabulous, and the occasional ballgown is nice, but I live in the real world, and I actually choose the laundry and catboxes and whatnot. I just don't think I'm trapped in one world or the other. No reason I can't do both.
And I do do both. Today happens to be the laundry/catboxes/go check on our homeless friend and feed our feral cats day.